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Good night, gentlemen.

Riker watched the cavalryman retreat toward the nearest steward and demand schnapps. For a moment there, he said quietly, I thought you were going to floor Herr Shafer.

Bell looked at the gem merchant. You don't miss much, Mr. Riker.

I told you. My father taught me every trick in the book. What got you so riled?

I will not abide hatred.

Riker shrugged. To answer your question-truthfully-Europe wants a war. Monarchists, democrats, merchants, soldiers, and sailors have been at peace too long to know what they're in for.

That is too cynical for my taste, said Isaac Bell.

Riker smiled blandly. I'm not a cynic. I'm a realist.

What about those sensible businessmen you were talking about?'

Some will see the profit in war. The rest will be ignored.

THE SPY WATCHED Isaac Bell watching his suspects:

The detective cannot know whether I am here in this very car.

Or already asleep in my bed.

Or even on the train at all.

Nor can he know who on this train belongs to me.

Get some sleep, Mr. Bell. You're going to need it. Bad news in the morning.

Chapter 36

YOUR SHAD ROE AND SCRAMBLED EGGS, MR. BELL, announced the diner steward with a broad smile that faded as he saw the expression on Bell's face change from pleasurable anticipation to rage. Two hours from its destination, the 20th Century Limited had picked up Chicago morning newspapers left by an eastbound express. A crisp edition folded at each place setting greeted the passengers at breakfast.

EXPLOSION IN U.S. NAVY TORPEDO STATION AT NEWPORT TWO OFFICERS BLOWN TO ATOMS

NEWPORT, RHODE ISLAND, MAY 15TH.-An explosion that caused death and destruction occurred in the Naval Torpedo Station at Newport. It killed two naval officers and wrecked a production line.

Isaac Bell was stunned. Had he gone in the wrong direction?

Good morning, Bell! You haven't touched your roe. Has it turned?

Morning, Riker. No, it smells fine. Bad news in the paper.

Riker opened his as he sat. Good Lord. What caused it?

It doesn't say. Excuse me. Bell went back to his stateroom.

If not an accident but sabotage, then the spy's reach was as broad as it was vicious. In the course of a single day his ring had executed a traitor in Washington, murdered a detective hot on his trail in New York, and blown up a heavily guarded naval station on the Rhode Island coast.

ISAAC BELL SET UP temporary headquarters in the back of the LaSalle Station luggage room within minutes of the 20th Century steaming into Chicago. Van Dorn detectives from the Palmer House head office had already blanketed the railroad station. They followed his suspects as they scattered.

Larry Rosania promptly vanished. A veteran Chicago detective was reporting embarrassedly when another rushed in. Isaac! The Old Man says to telephone long-distance from the stationmaster's private office. And make sure you're alone.

Bell did so.

Van Dorn asked, Are you alone?

Yes, sir. Was either of the officers killed Ron Wheeler?

No.

Bell breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Wheeler snuck off to spend the night with a woman. If he hadn't, he'd be dead, too. It was his people who were killed.

Thank the Lord he wasn't. Captain Falconer says he's irreplaceable.

Well, here is something else irreplaceable, Van Dorn growled. Six hundred miles of copper telephone wire between Chicago and Washington did not diminish the sound of his anger. This is not in the newspapers, and it won't ever be-are you still alone there, Isaac?

Yes, sir.

Listen to me. The Navy has suffered a terrible loss. The explosion started a fire. The fire destroyed their entire arsenal of experimental electric torpedoes that had been imported from England. Wheeler's people had apparently improved their range and accuracy vastly. More important-much more important-Wheeler's people figured out a way to arm the warheads with dynamite. The Navy Secretary told me this morning. He is distraught. So much so, he is threatening to offer the President his resignation. Apparently the use of TNT would have given U.S. torpedoes ten times more power underwater.

Can we assume it was not an accident?

We have to, Van Dorn answered flatly. And even though the Navy is nominally in charge of guarding their own facility, they are extremely disappointed with Van Dorn Protection Services.

Isaac Bell said nothing.

I don't have to explain the consequences of being a government entity's target of blame, deserved or not, Van Dorn continued. And I am not entirely sure what you were doing in Chicago when the spy attacked in Newport.

This did require an answer, and Bell said, The Great White Fleet is about to make landfall at San Francisco. Scully was tracking the spy, or his agents, to San Francisco. Thanks to Scully, I very likely have him in my sights.

What do you suppose he intends to do?

I don't know yet. But it must involve the fleet, and I am going to stop him before he does it.

Van Dorn remained silent for a long minute. Bell said nothing. Finally the boss said, I hope you know what you're doing, Isaac.

He will not pack his bags and go home after Newport. He will attack the fleet.

Van Dorn said, All right. I'll alert Bronson in San Francisco.

I already have.

He went back to the luggage room. Van Dorns reported that Herr Shafer and the Chinese traveling with Arnold Bennett had transferred to the Overland Limited to San Francisco, as their tickets had indicated. Their train's leaving, Isaac. If you're going with 'em, you gotta go.

I'm going.

TWO STRONG HORSES PULLED an ice wagon modified with carriage springs and pneumatic tires instead of hard rubber, which made its ride unusually smooth on the rough cobbled streets that slanted down to Newport's waterfront. No one took note in the dim light of the thinly scattered gas lamps that the driver clutching the brake handle cut too slight and boyish a figure to heave hundred-pound blocks of ice onto a fishing dock. And if anyone thought it odd that the driver was singing to her horses,You can't remember what I can't forget,

in a soft soprano, they kept their opinions to themselves. The seamen of Newport had

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